Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.